After The Cartel: Children Of Mexico

Life consists of snapshots. People, experiences, places. We only get them for a few moments…

4 Years: Remembering The Death Of My Grandfather

Don’t Say “Merry Christmas” To Me

Don’t say those words to me.
They’re not yours to say.
You don’t mean a thing to me,
Just be on your…

I am home.

I have been away for a while…

I Am Finally Home.

The Novel Part 3

About a half an hour later Anna was napping while I cleaned up a bit. Suddenly the silence was broken by a piercing cry.

Angels Without Wings

Loneliness is a living grave
Where only a single mourner
Cries in silence,
The empty womb
Unable to conceive any dream.